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Chapter Five: The Flea and the Acrobat

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Door beeps.

Woman: Thanks.

Indistinct chatter . . . breathing heavily . . . indistinct chatter . . . sighs . . . doorknob rattling.

Hopper: No.

Bangs door . . . sighs . . . gun cocking.

Head of Security: Hands up. Hands . . up!

Hopper: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Head of Security: Forgot all the cameras, bub?

Hopper (scoffs): Look, Dr. Brenner asked for me specifically. Okay? How else do you think I got in here?

Head of Security: What's your name again?

Hopper: It's Jim Hopper. Chief Jim Hopper.

Head of Security (grunts): Yeah, I've got Jim Hopper . . .

Man on radio: Come again?

Hopper knocks him out, aims gun at security guard. Grunts . . . both panting . . . indistinct radio chatter.

Hopper (takes the guard's access card): Hey, you mind if I borrow this one?

Beeps . . . door buzzing . . . door locks.

Lonnie: Drink. It'll calm your nerves. Help you think straight, yeah?

Joyce: I don't know what to do.

Lonnie: I know. I know.

Joyce (sniffs): This whole time I could feel him. He was so close. He was right there. I knew he was alive.

Thunder rumbles.

Joyce (sobbing): Our hands were almost touching. Now it's like I . . . God, it's like I can't feel him anymore. . . Don't look at me like that.

Lonnie: Like what?

Joyce: Like how everybody is looking at me. Like I'm out of my damn mind.

Lonnie: Hey. You're not gonna like this, but I think you need to seriously consider the possibility that all this . . . It's in your head.

Joyce scoffs.

Lonnie: You remember your Aunt Darlene?

Joyce: No. No, this is not that.

Lonnie (stammers, sighs): I mean, when something like this happens, your mind makes up stuff for you to cope, you know? I mean, Jesus, there's a funeral tomorrow for our little boy and you're saying his body is fake. He's in the wall. I mean, how do you explain that? It just doesn't make sense. It doesn't. At least go talk to a shrink or . . . What about Pastor Charles or someone . . .

Joyce: I don't . . . Well, they can't help.

Lonnie: Joyce, you just told me that Will is gone. What else is there to do?

Joyce sniffles.

Lonnie: Hey.

Joyce sniffles and pours herself another drink.

Back at Hawkins Laboratory. Hoppers finds a room with a small bed and a child's drawing taped to the wall.

Hopper: Will? . . . Will? . . . Will? . . . Will?

The Wheelers' home . . .

Mike: What was Will saying? Like home . . . Like home, but dark?

Lucas: And empty.

Dustin (sighs): Empty and cold. Wait, did he say cold?

Lucas: I don't know. The stupid radio kept going in and out.

Dustin: It's like riddles in the dark.

Mike: Like home. Like his house?

Lucas: Or maybe like Hawkins.

Eleven: Upside down.

Lucas: What'd she say?

Mike: Upside down.

Lucas: What?

Mike: Upside down. When El showed us where Will was, she flipped the board over, remember? Upside down. Dark. Empty.

Lucas: Do you understand what he's talking about?

Dustin: No.

Mike: Guys, come on, think about it. When El took us to find Will, she took us to his house, right?

Lucas: Yeah. And he wasn't there.

Mike: But what if he was there? What if we just couldn't see him? What if he was on the other side? What if this is Hawkins and this is where Will is? The Upside Down.

Dustin: Like the Vale of Shadows.

Hopper: Will? . . . Will?

Alarm blaring faintly.

Hopper: Will?

Alarm continues . . . Hopper pressing elevator button . . . indistinct chatter.

Guards yelling: I see him! Hey! Stop!

Dustin: "The Vale of Shadows is a dimension that is a dark reflection or echo of our world. It is a place of decay and death. "

Hopper: Will?

Dustin: "A plane out of phase. A place of monsters. It is right next to you, and you don't even see it. "

Electricity crackling.

Hopper (coughing): Will? . . . Will?

Mike: An alternate dimension.

Lucas: But how how do we get there?

Dustin: You cast Shadow Walk.

Lucas: In real life, dummy.

Dustin: We can't shadow walk, but maybe she can.

Mike: Do you know how we get there? To the Upside Down?

Eleven shakes her head, no.

Lucas: Oh, my God!

Hopper (coughing, exclaims softly): What the hell?

Rhythmic pulsing. Hopper walks up to what looks to be an opening for the Upside Down. He notices something moving behind him and he draws his gun. Suddenly two men in protective suits appear. One of them gives Hopper an injection in his neck.

Hopper (gasps): Hey! . . . Hey! Hey!

Back at the Byers' home, Jonathan arrives.

Lonnie: Hey, kid.

Jonathan: What's going on?

Joyce (stammers): Your dad's gonna stay here tonight. On the couch.

Lonnie: Yeah, I'm here as long as you need me, okay? How are you holding up?

Jonathan (looking at the hole in the wall): What happened?

Lonnie: Don't worry about that.

Jonathan: Mom, that thing you saw before, did it come back?

Lonnie: Jonathan, that's enough.

Jonathan (to Lonnie): Can we talk? . . . Alone?

Jonathan: You need to leave.

Lonnie: Look, I know you're upset. We all are. But you need to listen to me. Your mother is sick. Really sick.

Jonathan: Yeah. Well, you being here, you're just making things worse, like always.

Lonnie: Worse?

Jonathan: Yeah!

Lonnie: She took down that wall with an ax. She said that Will was inside and that he's talking to her.

Jonathan: Yeah. Maybe he was.

Lonnie (sighs): This isn't some kind of joke. Your mom was half frozen to death when I got here. Trembling, scared out of her mind. You come in here and you start feeding into her hallucinations or whatever the hell you want to call it, you're gonna push her right over the edge. You hear me? . . . Look, I'm on your side. I'm here to help. I'm gonna make things better around here for all of us.

Jonathan (scoffs): Thank God you're here.

Lonnie: Do me a favor. At the funeral tomorrow, just behave. If not for me, for your mother. . . (pointing at an Evil Dead poster) Take that down. It's inappropriate.

Ted: Good.

Mike: Ah! Dad, you're you're choking me.

Ted: Ah, there. It's supposed to be a little tight. Looks good.

Zipper closing.

Karen (sighs): Here we go. You look nice, sweetie. Anything else? You can borrow my black heels if you want. The ones you wore to Cathy's birthday.

Nancy: I'm fine. Thanks.

The Byers' dog enters Castle Byers, whimpering. Jonathan tries to tie a tie, but gives up.

Jonathan: Ugh.

Lonnie: Come on. Time to go.

Joyce groans softly.

Lonnie: Come on.

Pastor Charles: "Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you. Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." It's times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if He is truly benevolent, could God take from us someone so young, so innocent? It would be easy to turn away from God, but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from His love. We are here today to find comfort in the truth of scripture, and to surround Will and his family . . .

Dustin: Just wait till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral.

Karen shushes him.

Karen: I'm so, so sorry.

Lonnie: Oh, thank you so much for coming.

Ted: Yeah, if there's anything we can do . . .

Lonnie: I appreciate it. . . Thank you so much.

Friend: Take care, all right?

Lonnie: Thanks. . . Thanks for coming out.

A flashback of Joyce and Will.

Joyce: I see Will the Wise is back. What's that shooting out of his cane?

Will: Fireballs. I couldn't find the red crayon, so that's why it's green.

Joyce: Oh, well if he's so wise, why does he need fireballs? Why can't he just, you know, outsmart the bad guys?

Will: Most of the time, yeah, totally. But sometimes the bad guys are smart, too. You know?

Joyce: Yeah. So he needs the fireballs?

Will: Well, yeah, to burn them to a crisp.

Joyce: All right. Well, I don't know who's been raising you, but I'm gonna get you some new crayons because it looks like he's shooting cabbages.

Both chuckle.

Hopper wakes up, surprised to see someone has brought him home. He rushes outside with his gun drawn. Hopper is ransacking his home, searching . . . gasping . . . breathing heavily . . . panting . . . dishes clattering . . . exclaims. He finds a ceiling light has been bugged.

Hawkins Laboratory. Brenner is listening to the kids' conversation in the AV room.

Lucas: Will! Will, it's us! Are you there?

Dustin: Can you hear us? We're here!

Will (distorted): Hello? Mom?

Lucas: Why can't he hear us?

Mike: I don't know!

Will (distorted): Mom, it's coming!

Brenner: She was there.

Back at the funeral. Church bell tolling. Jonathan looking at a map . . .

Jonathan: This is where we know for sure it's been, right?

Nancy: So, that's . . .

Jonathan: Steve's house. And that's the woods where they found Will's bike and that's my house.

Nancy: It's all so close.

Jonathan: Yeah. Exactly. I mean, it's all within a mile or something. Whatever this thing is, it's not traveling far.

Nancy: You want to go out there.

Jonathan: We might not find anything.

Nancy: I found something. . . And if we do see it, then what?

Jonathan (sighs): We kill it.

Nancy: What are you doing?

Jonathan: Just give me a second.

Jonathan grabs a gun and ammo from Lonnie's car.

Nancy: Are you serious?

Jonathan: What? You want to find this thing and take another photo? Yell at it?

Nancy: This is a terrible idea.

Jonathan: Yeah, well, it's the best we've got.

Nancy: What?

Jonathan: You can tell someone, but they're not gonna believe you. You know that.

Nancy: Your mom would.

Jonathan: She's been through enough.

Nancy: She deserves to know.

Jonathan: Yeah, and I'll tell her . . . when this thing is dead.

Hawkins Middle School, AV Room.

Principal Coleman: I don't know what in the world caused it.

Agent Repairman: Let's take a look, huh?

Principal Coleman: Yeah. Mr. Clarke says he's never seen anything like it.

Agent Repairman: Mr. Clarke?

Principal Coleman: Yeah, he runs the AV Club.

Agent Repairman: That right?

Principal Coleman: Apparently, some of the less athletic types go nuts for this stuff.

The repairman leaves and gets into a service van. Driving, is Hawkins Laboratory's Lead Agent.

Back at the funeral . . .

Mike: Mr. Clarke?

Mr. Clarke: Oh, hey, there. How are you boys holding up?

Lucas: We're . . in . . mourning.

Dustin: Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers.

Mike: We were wondering if you had time to talk?

Lucas: We have some questions.

Mike: A lot of questions.

A moment later they are sitting at a table.

Mike: So, you know how in Cosmos, Carl Sagan talks about other dimensions? Like, beyond our world?

Mr. Clarke: Yeah, sure. Theoretically.

Mike: Right, theoretically.

Lucas: So, theoretically, how do we travel there?

Mr. Clarke: You guys have been thinking about Hugh Everett's Many-Worlds Interpretation, haven't you? Well, basically, there are parallel universes. Just like our world, but just infinite variations of it. Which means there's a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened.

Lucas: Yeah, that's not what we're talking about.

Mr. Clarke: Oh.

Dustin: We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of Shadows. You know the Vale of Shadows?

Mr. Clarke: An echo of the Material Plane, where necrotic and shadow magic . . .

Mike: Yeah, exactly. If that did exist, a place like the Vale of Shadows, how would we travel there?

Lucas: Theoretically.

Mr. Clarke: Well. . .

Mr. Clarke gathers a paper plate and his pen.

Mr. Clarke: Picture an acrobat standing on a tightrope. Now, the tightrope is our dimension. And our dimension has rules. You can move forwards, or backwards. But, what if right next to our acrobat, there is a flea? Now, the flea can also travel back and forth, just like the acrobat. Right?

Mike: Right.

Mr. Clarke: Here's where things get really interesting. The flea can also travel this way, along the side of the rope. He can even go underneath the rope.

Boys: Upside down.

Mr. Clarke: Exactly.

Mike: But we're not the flea, we're the acrobat.

Mr. Clarke: In this metaphor, yes, we're the acrobat.

Lucas: So we can't go upside down?

Mr. Clarke: No.

Dustin: Well, is there any way for the acrobat to get to the Upside Down?

Mr. Clarke: Well you'd have to create a massive amount of energy. More than humans are currently capable of creating, mind you, to open up some kind of tear in time and space, and then you create a doorway.

Dustin: Like a gate?

Mr. Clarke: Sure. Like a gate. But again, this is all . . .

Lucas: Theoretical.

Mike: But what if this gate already existed?

Mr. Clarke: Well, if it did, I think we'd know. It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole. Science is neat. But I'm afraid it's not very forgiving.

Callahan (knocking): Whoa. . . Hey, Chief! Hello? Whoa!

Hopper (gun drawn): Hey!

Callahan: Whoa!

Powell: Jesus, Chief. You all right?

Hopper: What are you doing here?

Powell: We tried calling, but . . .

Hopper: Yeah, the phone's dead.

Callahan: Hey, so Bev Mooney came in this morning all upset. Said that Dale and Henry went hunting yesterday and they didn't come back home.

Powell: She thought they were on another binger, but she's not so sure now.

Callahan: I think this whole Will Byers thing has everybody on edge.

Hopper: Where was this?

Callahan: It was at the station.

Hopper: No, no. Where did Henry and Dale go hunting?

Callahan: Oh. Out near Kerley.

Hopper: Mirkwood.

Powell: What?

Hopper: Okay. You go back to the station. I'll take care of this, all right?

Callahan: Are you sure?

Hopper: Yeah, leave it.

Callahan: Oh, hey. They found Barbara's car.

Hopper: What?

Powell: Barbara Holland's car. Seems she ran away after all. Staties found it late last night at a bus station.

Callahan: Funny, right? They keep doing our job for us.

Hopper (chuckles): Yeah. It's funny.

Door closes.

Callahan: Is he off his meds again?

Engine starts.

Powell (sighs): He's been spending too much time with Joyce Byers. That's what I think.

The Byers' home. Lonnie is installing planks to cover the hole in the wall.

Joyce: What are you doing?

Lonnie: What does it look like I'm doing? You want to freeze to death all winter?

Joyce: I told you not to take these down.

Lonnie: They were in the way, babe. How long are you gonna keep those up? I mean, really? . . . You know, it's a shame what they've done to this family.

Lonnie: What?

Lonnie: The Sattler Company. I went to the quarry on the way over here. I just wanted to look around, you know? Couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. No warning signs, no fence, no nothing. Ought to be held accountable if you ask me.

Mike: It would take a lot of energy to build a gate like this. But that's got to be what happened. Otherwise, how'd Will get there, right?

Eleven: Right.

Lucas: What we want to know is, do you know where the gate is?

Eleven shakes her head, no. Meanwhile, Dustin is pacing back and forth.

Lucas: Then how do you know about the Upside Down?

Mike: Dustin, what are you doing? Dustin? Dustin!

Lucas: Dustin!

Dustin: I need to see your compasses.

Mike: What?

Dustin: Your compasses. All of your compasses, right now!

Mike: What's exciting about this?

Dustin: Well, they're all facing north, right?

Lucas: Yeah, so?

Dustin: Well, that's not true north.

Mike: What do you mean?

Dustin: I mean exactly what I just said. That's not true north. Are you both seriously this dense? The sun rises in the east, and it sets in the west. Right? Which means that's true north.

Mike: So what you're saying is the compasses are broken.

Dustin (sighs): Do you even understand how a compass works? Do you see a battery pack on this?

Mike: No.

Dustin: No, you don't. Because it doesn't need one. The needle's naturally drawn to the Earth's magnetic North Pole.

Lucas: So what's wrong with them?

Dustin: Well, that's what I couldn't figure out, but then I remembered. You can change the direction of a compass with a magnet. If there's the presence of a more powerful magnetic field, the needle deflects to that power. And then I remembered what Mr. Clarke said. The gate would have so much power . . .

Mike: It could disrupt the electromagnetic field.

Dustin: Exactly.

Lucas: Meaning, if we follow the compasses' north . . .

Dustin: They should lead us to the gate.

The Byers' home. While Lonnie takes a shower, Joyce snoops through Lonnie's travel bag. She's finds an "Accidental Death" flyer for an attorney.

The Wheelers' home. Nancy is taking practice swings with a bat.

Steve: Whoa, whoa, hey, whoa, whoa.

Nancy (exhales): What are you doing here?

Steve: What are you doing?

Nancy: Nothing.

Steve: I hope that's not meant for me.

Nancy: What? No. Oh, no, I was just thinking about joining softball.

Steve: Oh. Well, listen, I'm really sorry. I mean, even before you threatened me with the baseball bat.

Nancy: Okay.

Steve (sighs): I panicked and . . . I mean, I was a total dick.

Nancy (sighs): Yeah, you were. Did you get in trouble with your parents?

Steve: Totally, but you know, who cares? Screw 'em. Any news about Barbara? Parents heard from her? Or . . .

Nancy: No.

Steve: Hey, listen. Why don't we catch a movie tonight, you know? Just kinda pretend everything's normal for a few hours. All The Right Moves is still playing. You know, with your lover boy from Risky Business?

Nancy (chuckles): Yeah, I know.

Steve: You know, Carol thinks I actually kinda look like him. What do you think? Huh? ♫ Just take those old records off the shelf. I'll sit and listen to them by myself. ♫

Nancy: I just . . . I don't think I can. I've been really busy with this whole funeral thing and with my brother. It's been really hard on him.

Steve: Yeah, sure. Sure, yeah, yeah.

Nancy: So . . .

Steve: I should go.

Nancy: Sorry. I'll call you later. Is that okay?

Steve: Yeah. Yeah, of course. ♫ Just take those old records off the shelf. I'll sit and listen to them . . . ♫ [sighs]

Joyce: You were here for the money!

Lonnie: No!

Joyce: The money! Admit it! You aren't here 'cause of Will. You never cared about him. You never did!

Lonnie: Jesus, Joyce, it was his funeral today. Do we have to do this right now?

Joyce: I can't believe I fell for this.

Lonnie: I'm here to help, Joyce.

Joyce: To help?

Lonnie: We could use that money for good.

Joyce (stammering): Oh, like maybe to pay off your debts?

Lonnie: To pay for Jonathan to go to school!

Joyce: Oh, don't do that.

Lonnie: Do what?

Joyce: Lie to me!

Lonnie: I'm not lying to you!

Joyce: Yeah, well, where does he wanna go? Huh?

Lonnie: What?

Joyce: Where does Jonathan want to go to college?

Lonnie: We get that money, anywhere he damn well pleases!

Joyce: NYU, Lonnie! He's wanted to go to NYU since he was six years old!

Lonnie: So then he goes to NYU!

Joyce: Get out. Get . . out!

Lonnie: You need me here, Joyce.

Joyce (laughs): Oh, brother, I have not needed you for a long time!

Lonnie: Oh, no? Look what happened.

Joyce (scoffs): Oh, don't you dare. At least I was here!

Lonnie: Oh, come on, Joyce. Just look around at this place. All your Christmas lights. What the hell am I supposed to think? You're such a great mom? You're a mess!

Joyce: Maybe I am a mess. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm out of my mind! But, God help me, I will keep these lights up until the day I die if I think there's a chance that Will's still out there! Now, get out! Get out of my house!

Nancy: You're supposed to hit the cans, right?

Jonathan: No, actually, you see the spaces in between the cans? I'm aiming for those.

Nancy: Ah.

Jonathan: You ever shot a gun before?

Nancy (scoffs): Have you met my parents?

Jonathan (chuckles softly): Yeah, I haven't shot one since I was ten. My dad took me hunting on my birthday. He made me kill a rabbit.

Nancy: A rabbit?

Jonathan: Yeah. I guess he thought it would make me into more of a man or something. I cried for a week.

Nancy: Jesus.

Jonathan: What? I'm a fan of Thumper.

Nancy (chuckles): I meant your dad.

Jonathan: Yeah. I guess he and my mother loved each other at some point, but I wasn't around for that part.

Nancy requests the gun to take a crack at the cans.

Jonathan: Yeah. Just point and shoot.

Nancy: I don't think my parents ever loved each other.

Jonathan: They must've married for some reason.

Nancy: My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac and started their nuclear family.

Jonathan: Screw that.

Nancy: Yeah. Screw that.

Nancy shoots. Beer can clatters . . . both chuckle.

Hopper making a call . . . line ringing.

Ex-wife: Hello?

Hopper: Hey.

Ex-wife: Jim?

Hopper: Yeah.

Ex-wife: Why are you calling me here? I told you not to call me.

Hopper: I know, I know, I know. I just wanted to hear your voice and I just wanted to say that, even after everything that happened, I don't regret any of it. And those seven years, they were everything to me.

Ex-wife: Have you been drinking?

Hopper: No. No.

Baby crying over phone. . . Ex-wife shushing.

Ex-wife: Honey, hey Hey, it's okay it's okay.

Shushing . . . crying continues.

Hopper: You know what, actually, I have been drinking, I'm sorry.

Ex-wife: Jim, I can't . . .

Hopper: Just take care of yourself, okay? Say hi to Bill for me.

Ex-wife: Are you sure . . .

Phone ringing. Hoppers yanks the phone cord out the wall.

Lucas (sighs): How much further?

Dustin: I don't know. These only tell direction, not distance. You really need to learn more about compasses.

Lucas: I'm just saying. How do we know when we get to the gate?

Dustin: I think a portal to another dimension is gonna be pretty obvious.

Lucas: Do you think she's acting weird?

Dustin: You're asking if the weirdo is acting weird?

Lucas: I mean, weirder than normal?

Dustin: I don't know. Who cares?

As they continue their walk along the tracks, Eleven recalls a memory of another Brenner experiment.

Eleven: How far, Papa?

Brenner: Farther than we've ever gone before.

Eleven: The bath?

Brenner: Yes. Yes, the bath. Is that okay?

Eleven: Okay.

Eleven: Mike.

Mike: Yeah?

Eleven: Turn back.

Mike: What? Why?

Eleven: I'm tired.

Mike: Look, I'm sure we're almost there. Just hold on a little longer, okay?

Nancy: You never said what I was saying.

Jonathan: What?

Nancy: Yesterday. You said I was saying something and that's why you took my picture.

Jonathan:Oh, I don't know. My guess I saw this girl, you know, trying to be someone else. But for that moment it was like you were alone, or you thought you were. And, you know, you could just be yourself.

Nancy: That is such bullshit.

Jonathan (stammers): What?

Nancy: I am not trying to be someone else. Just because I'm dating Steve and you don't like him . . .

Jonathan: You know what? Forget it. I just thought it was a good picture.

Nancy: He's actually a good guy.

Jonathan: Okay.

Nancy: Yesterday, with the camera . . . He's not like that at all. He was just being protective.

Jonathan: Yeah, that's one word for it.

Nancy: Oh, and I guess what you did was okay?

Jonathan: No, I never said that.

Nancy: He had every right to be pissed . . .

Jonathan: Okay, all right. Does that mean I have to like him?

Nancy: No.

Jonathan: Listen, don't take it so personally, okay? I don't like most people. He's in the vast majority.

Nancy: You know, I was actually starting to think that you were okay.

Jonathan: Yeah?

Nancy: Yeah. Yeah, I was thinking, "Jonathan Byers, maybe he's not the pretentious creep everyone says he is."

Jonathan: Well, I was just starting to think you were okay. Oh. I was thinking, "Nancy Wheeler, she's not just another suburban girl who thinks she's rebelling by doing exactly what every other suburban girl does until that phase passes and they marry some boring one-time jock who now works sales, and they live out a perfectly boring little life at the end of a cul-de-sac. Exactly like their parents, who they thought were so depressing, but now, hey, they get it."

The Byers' home, someone's pounding on the front door.

Joyce: Go away, Lonnie.

Continues pounding.

Joyce: Seriously! I am gonna murd . . .

Joyce (whispers): What? . . What?

Hopper looks to see how many lights have to be checked for bugs, and realizes with all the Christmas lights . . .

Hopper (sighs): Oh, Jesus.

Dustin: Oh, no.

Lucas: "Oh, no"? What's, "Oh, no"?

Dustin: We're headed back home.

Mike: What?

Lucas: Are you sure?

Dustin: Yeah, I'm sure. Setting sun, right there. We looped right back around.

Lucas: And you're just realizing this now?

Dustin: Why is this all on me?

Lucas: Because you're the compass genius!

Dustin: What do yours say?

Lucas and Mike: North.

Dustin (sighs): Makes no damn sense.

Mike: Maybe the gate moved.

Dustin: No, I don't think it's the gate. I think it's something else screwing with the compasses.

Mike: Maybe it's something here.

Dustin: No, it has to be like a super magnet.

Lucas: It's not a magnet. She's been acting weirder than normal. If she can slam doors with her mind, she can definitely screw up a compass.

Mike: Why would she do that?

Lucas: Because she's trying to sabotage our mission. Because she's a traitor!

Mike: Lucas, what are you doing?

Lucas: You did it, didn't you? You don't want us to reach the gate. You don't want us to find Will.

Mike: Lucas, come on, seriously, just leave her alone!

Lucas: Admit it.

Eleven: No.

Lucas: Admit it! Fresh blood. I knew it.

Mike: Lucas, come on!

Lucas: I saw her wiping her nose on the tracks! She was using her powers!

Mike: Bull! That's old blood. Right, El? . . . Right, El?

Eleven (crying): It's not . . . it's not safe.

Hopper panting . . . light bulbs clattering . . . panting.

Hopper: Okay. Should be okay, I mean I can't guarantee it, but it should be okay.

Joyce: What the hell is going on, Hopper?

Hopper: They bugged my place.

Joyce: What?

Hopper: They bugged my place. They put a microphone in the light. It's because I'm on to them and they know it. I don't know

Joyce: Who?

Hopper: I thought they might be watching you, too. I don't know, the CIA, the NSA, Department of Energy I don't know.

Joyce: You gotta explain this to me, 'cause I am not . . .

Hopper: I went to the morgue last night, Joyce.

Joyce: What?

Hopper: It wasn't him.

Joyce: What?

Hopper: Will's body, it was a fake.

Joyce exclaims.

Hopper: You were right. This whole time, you were right.

Lucas: What did I tell you? She's been playing us from the beginning!

Mike: That's not true. She helped us find Will!

Lucas: Find Will? Find Will? Where is he, then? Huh? I don't see him.

Mike: Yeah, you know what I mean.

Lucas: No, I actually don't. Just think about it, Mike. She could've just told us where the Upside Down was right away, but she didn't. She just made us run around like headless chickens.

Dustin: All right, calm down!

Lucas: No! She used us, all of us! She helped just enough so she could get what she wants. Food and a bed. She's like a stray dog.

Mike: Screw you, Lucas!

Lucas: No! Screw you, Mike. You're blind because you like that a girl's not grossed out by you. But wake up, man! Wake the hell up! She knows where Will is, and now she's just letting him die in the Upside Down.

Mike: Shut up!

Lucas: For all we know, it's her fault.

Mike: Shut up.

Lucas: We're looking for some stupid monster but did you ever stop to think that maybe she's the monster?

Mike: I said shut up! Stop!

Lucas and Mike begin fighting.

Dustin: Knock it off, you idiots.

Eleven: Stop it!

Dustin: Mike, get off!

Eleven: Stop it!

Eleven screams and Lucas is blown back in the air, knocking him unconscious.

Dustin: Jesus!

Mike: Lucas! Lucas! Lucas, are you all right? Lucas.

Dustin: Lucas, come on!

Mike: Lucas, wake up! Lucas.

Dustin: Come on, Lucas!

Mike: Why would you do that?

Dustin: Come on.

Mike: What's wrong with you? What is wrong with you?

Eleven recalls another flashback . . . Indistinct overlapping chatter . . . chatter continues . . . man speaking Russian . . . man continues speaking . . . man continues indistinctly on PA . . . speaking Russian . . . growling . . . distorted snarling on PA.

Scientist:What is that?

Brenner: I have no idea.

Breathing heavily . . . indistinct snarling . . . muffled screaming . . . Eleven sobbing.

Eleven: Help! Help!

Dustin: Come on, wake up. Come on!

Mike: Lucas Lucas, come on!

Lucas finally comes to. Dustin chuckles, Mike exhales.

Mike: Lucas. Lucas, you okay?

Dustin: Lucas Lucas, how many fingers am I holding up? Lucas, how many fingers?

Mike: Let me see your head.

Lucas: Get off of me!

Mike: Just . . . Lucas. Lucas, let me see.

Lucas: Get off of me!

Mike: Lucas, come on.

Dustin: Let him go. Man, let him go.

Mike: Where is El? . . . El? El!

Dustin: Eleven!

Mike: El! Eleven!

Dustin: El!

Mike: Eleven!

Indistinct whimper.

Jonathan: What, are you tired?

Nancy: Shut up.

Jonathan: What?

Nancy: I heard something.

Indistinct whimper . . . whimpering continues.

Nancy: Oh, God.

Whimpering. . . They see an injured deer. Jonathan sighs.

Nancy: It's been hit by a car. We can't just leave it.

Jonathan: I'll do it.

Nancy: I thought you said . . .

Jonathan: I'm not nine anymore.

Jonathan sighs . . . cocks gun . . . breathing heavily. Suddenly the deer is yanked away by something. Both gasping.

Nancy: What was that?

Nancy: Where'd it go?

Jonathan: I don't know. Do you see any more blood?

Nancy: No.

Liquid dripping in a tree opening, Nancy investigates.

Nancy: Jonathan?

Jonathan has went elsewhere to search. Nancy cautiously craws through the tree opening. She comes out the other end and is now in the Upside Down version of the forest.

Nancy is shocked to see the monster is a short distance away, feeding on the deer. Snarling . . . Nancy gasps. . . She slowly walks backwards. . . Gnawing . . . twig snaps . . . roars . . . screams. Jonathan hears her scream, he finds her bag and the bat near the tree opening.

Jonathan (gasps): Nancy! . . . Nancy? . . . Nancy? . . . Nancy, where are you? . . . Nancy! . . . Nancy!

Jonathan moves on to search for her while the tree opening slowly closes.

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